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  • Port Vale Vs Peterborough United: All or Nothing

    Peterborough Town roll into town on Saturday, fellow strugglers, albeit beginning to climb out of the dirty relegation pond, and we need to win. We absolutely need to win. And it does not matter how we do that. Because playing… Continue reading

    Port Vale Vs Peterborough United: All or Nothing
  • Northern Skies, Valiant Hearts

    Saturday, we’ll be back on the road, up the M6 and through the grey drizzle, Bolton away, it’s one of those games, right?  We’re riding out there with nowt but a prayer, expecting the hit, expecting the loss, but who… Continue reading

    Northern Skies, Valiant Hearts
  • Wigan Athletic 1-0 Port Vale: We’re Grim Up North

    Let’s start with the positives. Or the positive. I could only find one. Marvin Johnson. For the short time he was on the pitch he looked a cut above anyone else we have seen at wing-back this season, I’m talking… Continue reading

    Wigan Athletic 1-0 Port Vale: We’re Grim Up North
  • Accrington Stanley vs Port Vale: The Joy of the Vertu Trophy?

    Here we go. The Vertu Trophy. What even is it? A shimmering illusion, a corporate-branded fever dream, a midweek distraction dressed up as destiny. On the one hand, it’s a tinpot sideshow, a glorified training session with a sponsor’s name… Continue reading

    Accrington Stanley vs Port Vale: The Joy of the Vertu Trophy?
  • Port Vale: Derek I’m Gutted!!! – The End of an Era

    The fanzine is dying, man. Twenty-five years of ink-stained rebellion, of typewriter dreams and sardonic truths, and now Andy McCormack — the beat poet of Burslem terraces — is hanging up his pen, his keys, his soul. Derek I’m Gutted!!!… Continue reading

    Port Vale: Derek I’m Gutted!!! – The End of an Era
  • Port Vale and The Vertu Trophy: Is This All There Is?

    The evening will arrive not with fanfare, but with a kind of soft indifference. A Tuesday, perhaps. Or a Wednesday. The days blur. The floodlights blink themselves awake, casting long shadows across the emptying car parks and the slow shuffle… Continue reading

    Port Vale and The Vertu Trophy: Is This All There Is?
  • Port Vale: Here Comes Our Man

    The transfer window’s shut. Slammed like a cell door. Locked, bolted, and forgotten. Not that it matters. We were crying out for a striker, one with experience, who knows what’s going on and what needs doing. One who knows those… Continue reading

    Port Vale: Here Comes Our Man